disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: sonya. & grey's.
notes: weheartit = best thing ever.
title: dover's deck
summary: AU drabble!series. Ohio in the summer—drugs and dancing, drinking and dying and driving off into the sunrise. Sasuke and Sakura explore it all.
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Sakura sat on the dock, waving her feet above the water. The sky was neutral grey and chilled, drizzly and cool. She stared down into the dark water, toes dragging ripples back and forth. She kicked the water up and away, legs bare and flexed, hoping to watch it sparkle as it rained down around her.
But it was just dark and wet—clear cold droplets against her skin.
"You look like hell."
Sakura looked over her shoulder, green eyes glittering dangerous above deep purple shadows.
"You're not so pretty, yourself, mister. Come sit?" she replied, and patted the space on the dock to her left.
"Hn."
Sasuke sat down next to her.
For the next few minutes, the only sound was the shh-shh of lapping waves. It was eerily calm in the wake of the previous night's debauchery. Sasuke thought about shattered mirrors on pebbled driveways and the way the world spun and spun around the girl on his right when she was high.
The strap of her top had slipped down her arm. He hitched it back up out of habit—muscle memory, born out of knowing one another for far too many years. Even after the cotton was back in its proper place his fingers lingered against the warm skin of her shoulder. He could feel her shivering beneath his touch.
Sakura looked up at him through lowered eyelashes and did not push him away.
